The first time I smoked marijuana was not a big deal to me. In fact, I had never heard of the stuff at the age of 13. The day started normally, I couldn’t wait to get to Billy’s house to have a cigarette (which I started shortly before). See Billy’s house was the best school skipping spot around. His parents really didn’t care as long as we didn’t destroy anything, or kill anyone.
So the day was like any other, for the past few weeks. Get up, walk towards school, hang out at Billy’s, play video games, watch movies, eat the craziest crap. This day however had a weird overtone, like just something wasn’t quite right. When I arrive at Billy’s, his older brother is there showing off something around a group of older teens. Being nosey I nudged my fat ass into the circle to see what the clamor was about.
There was this poor excuse for a cigarette looking thing in his hand. He goes on to tell everyone he just smoked some, and he loved it because it made him laugh so hard, he cried. I thought to myself, why the hell would I want to cry? This dude has to be nuts, I think. He lights it up, and takes a hit, he coughs and chokes violently IMO. It goes around the room by the time it gets to me, there’s very little left. I get one hit out of it, and cough pretty hard.
Needless to say, I didn’t get high my first time. It took one more time to get me high. I remember my friend telling me to go and make me a sandwich, that kept us laughing for the next twenty minutes solid. I was crying to the point I couldn’t see anymore due to the tears. It was the best high I’ve ever had (that I can recall).
